9/30/10 TGIThursday… End of Another (Really “Hard”) Week

            I woke up early to run this morning.  Early morning is not the time to run if you want to avoid people and traffic.  I first ran to the Correos box by the metro to mail a postcard and decided that I would have to run on side streets to avoid all the foot traffic.  I saw lots of people out cleaning the streets.  A few men were scrubbing spray paint off of a bank.  Some other people were sweeping up around the dumpster and some other people were trying to peel stickers off the trashcans in the park.  It wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be this morning, so it was a comfortable run.  I got back, then the usual breakfast, shower and school…

            Today on the metro I looked over my book again for class.  Reading on the metro makes it go by SO much faster.  When I got off the metro, I noticed the effects of the strike on the Plaza.  A few of the Walk/ Don’t Walk signs were torn from the traffic light posts.  There were stickers with 29-S stuck on everything and graffiti on every other window.  In class we talked about the book blah blah blah.  After class I did my final registration for classes at the BCA office.  After Guerra Civil, I went home for lunch.

            When I walked in, there was some random guy sleeping on the couch.  I turned the other direction and went to my room to put my bag down.  It turns out it was Francesca’s husband who was feeling sick.  I’m still not exactly sure why he wouldn’t have just gone home.  Either way he was almost as childish as his kids.  Pepita pretty much yelled at him to eat every plate that she brought out for us.  She was telling him that he can’t just take pills without eating.  It was a fight to get him to eat every plate but eventually he would.  It just seemed like weird behavior for someone who is at least 40 years old.  That made me wonder what role grandmothers have in the family here is Spain.  It seems as though Pepita is always taking care of someone or cooking for someone.  To me it just seems like Francesca and her husband can’t take care of themselves, but who knows maybe they just come over all the time to keep Pepita company.  Still, the first time I met this guy was because he wasn’t feeling well and came over.

            I went back to the University for a review session for our presemester language exam.  The review helped.  I’ll probably study a little bit tonight, but if I don’t know the language by now then I’m in trouble.  I think I’ll be fine.